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Chapter 1138 The so-called good parenting? (three)

Such a picture was transmitted to the director's room, and the entire staff of the program group were stunned.

Was their little prince so self-reliant?
They thought that the red boy should be a spoiled master~
Seeing such a scene, Shen Qiong couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.Originally, it should be something to celebrate that my son became independent. However, all of this is based on not relying on himself, and I feel a little frustrated.

Suddenly a little "bad" thought flashed through the man's mind.

My son can't do everything without relying on himself, right?
It could almost be regarded as finding fault on purpose, Shenqiong raised the small sheet in his hand: "Red boy, you make your bed yourself?"

The little figure who was still wrapped in the bottle had a condensed expression and frowned. He seemed to be thinking about it for a while before putting down the bottle and crawling onto the wooden bed with his short fleshy legs.

Although he didn't know which one should be laid first, his intuition was very accurate, and he was definitely right according to his intuition.

It was his first time doing this, and he had no experience before, so he was rather clumsy, and with his arms stretched out, he couldn't compare to the length of a quilt.The fleshy little dumpling struggled to wriggle on the bed for a long time before it was finally done.

Although there are still some small flaws, but on the surface it's okay.

Shen Qiong looked at him complicatedly again, a dark light of disappointment flashed in his eyes, so fast that no one noticed, and when he raised his eyes again, he was indifferent again.

"Red boy, you will clean the room you want to live in yourself?"

Little Routuanzi picked up the broom wheezingly.

"Red Boy, you're going to wash the baby bottle you used up yourself?"

Little Naibao rolled up his sleeves and went to the creek not far from the house.

"Red boy, yourself..."

From noon to dusk, in other families, the children took a nap first, and then sat or ran around in the streets and alleys, visiting from house to house, while the fathers were busy inside and out.Some fathers have never taken care of their children much at home, let alone do any housework, and cannot use physical strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are leaning forward and backward.

Only the Shenqiong family, the adults sitting at the door leisurely nibbling melon seeds, while the little milk bag, the little milk bag, was busy and never rested for a moment.

The setting sun slanted to the west, until the starlight fell, and Shenqiong had nothing more to instruct Honghaier to do, so he shook his head slightly annoyed, turned around, and entered the room.

I'm so angry that I didn't stump my son~
I expected my son to ask him for help~
The staff who witnessed the whole process in the director's room: "..." They probably recorded a fake program.

This is different from what they expected. Hey!
Who is taking care of who?

……

On days without the Tianting virtual system, I always go to bed very early.Xu Shi had been working all afternoon today, which was quite a burden for his small body. Hong Haier fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The long eyelashes drooped like cattail fans, and the fleshy body curled up into a small shrimp.

He is quiet, like a cute porcelain doll.

Taking advantage of the time when no one was around, Shenqiong was able to shed the coldness of the day.The warm fingertips gently and almost greedily caressed his cheek, and he said "good night" in a voice that only he could hear.

At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open gently from the outside.

(End of this chapter)